That taste all I ever needed
All I ever wanted too dumb to surrender
She shakes like the morning railway
Checking me out with someone on her shoulder
The lamp flickers in the bedroom
She must feel as awkward whorehouse Arizona
And I go
Stand up to a giant
Say that I’m a fighter
Too drunk to remember
My face is laying on the pavement
Tasting something awful
I hate when that happens
And she waves
Thinking that it’s sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kind of think I like her
Kind of think I do.